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[Tiffany - looking worn out, but generally fine - is curled up on her couch as she addresses the network today.]
Me and Lourdes were stuck in the Enclosure, and I guess it was for longer than it felt like it was, 'cause there's four days of rabbit shit all over my room and people are saying it's Saturday. But we're okay. It was-- we're okay. I couldn't've done it without her.
Hey. You guys seeing these ghosty things walking around? They barged right in and started grabbing at me when I tried to wish my room clean. Are they part of the flood? Or... or whatever this is.
[She rubs a hand over her face.]
You think they'd mind if we tried to steer the ship again? Let's try it out. Let's all imagine a port with a lot of bars, filled with guys that really wanna get laid. Don't say "that was Paris"; I was still getting laid in Paris.
[Pause.]
Nah, I'm just kidding; don't wish for a new port or nothing. It's a bad idea, trust me; those things are creepy. I'm too fucking tired to deal with 'em. And I'm worried about the rest of y'all, so check in. Especially if you're still missing - Letty was making broadcasts, so I know some of you can get on.
[filtered to Lourdes]
[Once they've been out for a little while, Tiffany shoots Lourdes a follow-up message.]
thanks again
you doing ok
[filtered to Pietro]
[After her conversation with Lourdes, Tiffany shoots off a quick private message.]
you still want your powers back if you could get em right?
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[After a long rest, Tiffany ventures out of her room and heads out to one of her favorite haunts - the deck. Or that's the plan, anyway. The second she steps onto it she feels the wrongness, the precariousness, the sense that the ship's gravity is going to fail at any moment. She lets out a yell of surprise and throws herself back onto the ship, slamming the door behind her.
It's going to be a long, long time before she feels comfortable enough to go back out there again.]
Me and Lourdes were stuck in the Enclosure, and I guess it was for longer than it felt like it was, 'cause there's four days of rabbit shit all over my room and people are saying it's Saturday. But we're okay. It was-- we're okay. I couldn't've done it without her.
Hey. You guys seeing these ghosty things walking around? They barged right in and started grabbing at me when I tried to wish my room clean. Are they part of the flood? Or... or whatever this is.
[She rubs a hand over her face.]
You think they'd mind if we tried to steer the ship again? Let's try it out. Let's all imagine a port with a lot of bars, filled with guys that really wanna get laid. Don't say "that was Paris"; I was still getting laid in Paris.
[Pause.]
Nah, I'm just kidding; don't wish for a new port or nothing. It's a bad idea, trust me; those things are creepy. I'm too fucking tired to deal with 'em. And I'm worried about the rest of y'all, so check in. Especially if you're still missing - Letty was making broadcasts, so I know some of you can get on.
[filtered to Lourdes]
[Once they've been out for a little while, Tiffany shoots Lourdes a follow-up message.]
thanks again
you doing ok
[filtered to Pietro]
[After her conversation with Lourdes, Tiffany shoots off a quick private message.]
you still want your powers back if you could get em right?
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[After a long rest, Tiffany ventures out of her room and heads out to one of her favorite haunts - the deck. Or that's the plan, anyway. The second she steps onto it she feels the wrongness, the precariousness, the sense that the ship's gravity is going to fail at any moment. She lets out a yell of surprise and throws herself back onto the ship, slamming the door behind her.
It's going to be a long, long time before she feels comfortable enough to go back out there again.]
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What happened?
[Hand resting on the knife at her belt.]
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[She gestures to the deck.]
I felt like I was gonna float away into space.
[Thanks to the anti-gravity flood, she knows there are (or, at least, there used to be) precautions in place for that - but it was a lot scarier today, when it was unexpected.]
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Better come back down, Tiffany.
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[Stepping aside, to make room for her on the stairs.]
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[She obediently hops down the stairs.]
But I think the rest of the ship's safe. It's just outside that feels weird.
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Something is happening that's agitating people, isn't it?
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... The Enclosure's this room that can make itself look like all different kinds of things. You can program it to be whatever you want. But right now it's pulling us in without us asking it to first, and it's making us go into people's pasts. That's what happened to me. I had to see my past again.
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She doesn't ask if Tiffany is all right, but there's a subtle appreciative tilt to the way she looks at her now.]
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[Tiffany nervously scratches at her neck, never quite sure what to do with people who don't talk much.]
... You settling in and everything?
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[Says Furiosa, promptly, mater of factly, practically gushing, for her.]
And the fruit is good, too.
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[She could probably fill it and lie in it, but the idea is a little too strange right now. She's too happy to stand under the cold spray and just feel it on her skin. (At some point, Furiosa will work out that the water also runs hot.) But her quarters are a little warm, quite a lot like home, so she hasn't needed to get that far yet.]
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What kind of bathroom do you have?
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[A place to cook, plumbing, that sort of thing.]
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I'm a murderer.
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[Completely unperturbed.]
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A nurse. At a clinic. It weren't justified.
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[She infers.]
But now you're-
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[She flops down onto a couch.]
I was an inmate for a lot of reasons, I think.
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[She's been thinking of them more.]
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[She leans her back up against the wall, in good view of the door, and listens, looking actually fairly casual, for her.]
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